Arunava Bhattacharyya

Its raining galore;
Dry streets pacified,
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The jitters of November could be felt,

It was coming-the unknown but the inevitable! ! !
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I wouldn't say its easy,
But I wouldn't back off and run,
All I would say is-
Its raining gallore, lets have some fun! ! ! !
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It was weak and rust,
And I thought it trust..
It was just, (may be)
An emotional outburst,
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What if the wind stopped blowing, and time didn't run,
Griefs would have been shelved, and life would be fun.
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Miss Nevermind, was one of a kind,

Till date-my greatest find! !
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The little blind boy,

Was full of joy-
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I see you in the light and dark,

Like an arc.
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